All the nappies you have changed, all the blow jobs you’ve given, all those nights you spent alone at home… Read more It has got to count for something
Tag: Poems
Inside my head
I do not want you to hand me a map with the destination marked, or give me a miner’s lamp… Read more Inside my head
What I like about my mornings
Yoga stretches My daily spiritual practice – some simple moves with a wooden sword, it is very empowering! Eating breakfast… Read more What I like about my mornings
When I am tired I want to write poetry
Climb into bed. Pillows. Notebook. Dictionary. Thesausus. Pens (at least two colours) A draft of a poem. Some new ideas.… Read more When I am tired I want to write poetry
Writing Poetry
I like poetry when it hums at me shows me tantalising glimpses and I have to burrow deep to find… Read more Writing Poetry
Found Poem
This is a most unfortunate affair and will probably be much talked of. The loss of virtue in a female… Read more Found Poem
In this City
wind sometimes is a lovesick lover, he brushes against your face, carries a hint of geranium wind is a sometimes… Read more In this City
Poem
I catch a glimpse of you through the half-opened bathroom door: the strong swell of your buttock, the long hard… Read more Poem
January: Cape Town
The smog clings to the city. A thick brown coat that chokes and deadens. The heat is stifling and uncreative.… Read more January: Cape Town
You do that thing
for R at the back of my neck with your hands and my hair, stroking. Finally you lean in to… Read more You do that thing